melodiesoflife | Event || Revelations

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Event || Revelations

Characters: All the Heroes of Light and their Moogles.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, The Interdimensional Rift and their Homeworlds.
When: August 03rd - August 30th

Summary: Following the battle against Palitutu, all the Heroes of Light were transported into the Interdimensional Rift. They were told by Palitutu they would have to find her to prove they can break the cycle-- But before they could reach their destination, a malevolent entity from the Rift stripped them from their immortality...

And now, they woke up in a decaying and dying world, most specifically in a place called Order's Sanctuary. From there they are ready to jump... Into their homeworlds! Feel free to use this post for the Mingle at Order's Sanctuary and should your homeworld be the stage for the Heroes of Lights' next adventures, feel free to make a thread for it and as many sub-thread as necessary! Please refer to the OOC Post for questions and plotting.

Warning: Whatever you come up with.

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"And risk breaking the mirror somehow? Who know where these... people have hidden it, obviously they can't even remember... With our luck it will be on the opposite side of whatever wall you decide to put your fist through! We don't have any more time for complaining... this way."

After the pumpkin, and some heavy lifting to get towards the next room haphazardly marked on their map; Midna looked down at the lifeless body of Darkhammer. She looked no worse for wear from the battle, having probably participated minimally, sounding a curious. "Hmm..."

"He didn't stand a chance against me."

Dylas shrugged and lifted a hand to his shoulder, massaging where he'd taken his only blow during the short battle. The ball had barely grazed him, but it was still going to be enough to leave a bruise.

Curiously, his tail was lifted slightly, like a horse's would be when praised or feeling accomplished. He'd enjoyed the fighting, even if there was now blood on his claws. It wasn't like he carried a sword.

"What's up? Did you notice something while you were busy not helping?"

She chose to ignore the snide comment, a smile starting to form across her lips instead, as a canine poked out from hiding.

"We'll take this with us," Midna announced happily, nodding towards the weapon, then jumping backwards in the air, back onto her place between his antlers. "I'm sure it will come in handy somehow."

And it was probably heavy. So here she is, settling back into a comfortable spot in his mane of hair, and leaning her head on an upturned palm, waiting for him to take it. "Well? The longer we take the more that stew is probably getting cold. Or eaten. Eee hee..."

"Why am I carrying this? This looks like a pain in the ass."

Dylas stepped forward and kicked the steel ball with one of his hooves. It hurt like hell, but the ball still rolled a few yards away while Dylas tried (and failed) to look like that didn't just hurt. He glances up at Midna, but it's not like he can really see her well from doing that.

"You're lucky I want some damn stew," he muttered as he went to pick it up. There was nowhere convenient to store it on his body, so he had to resort to holding it in his right hand. At least being a Monk meant he could carry it without ease, but he still didn't have to like it.

She can't seem to help herself, there's a light "Eee hee," in response to his violent outburst against the solid metal of the ball, and she patted his head gently. He just being so helpful! "You'll thank me later, I have an idea..."

"Through there," Midna's pointing again, patting his head in a way that just says 'giddyup.'

The next room reveals a large thick wall of ice, one that will have Midna sitting back up in interest again. "There, now what did I tell you?"

"Do you ever wonder why no one else followed you into the portal?"

Is he hinting that Midna has a nasty personality? Maybe. But he's still the one sighing and picking up his pace when Midna pats his hair. He even hurries a little into the next room, his stag hooves clipping against the floor much more impressively than Epona's ever could.

"I bet I could punch this down, but you seem against that," he muttered. "I've never tried one of these before, so hold on!" He decides it'd be best to get a spinning start, holding onto the chain as he swings it before releasing it. It shatters the ice.

And it keeps going, shattering the wall behind it. That definitely wasn't on the map, but at least it stops there. It'd be a pain in the ass to hike to the bottom of the mountain to pick it back up.

"Hadn't even given it a thought," she's grinning, for some reason, ignoring any implications he might think he was getting away with. Besides there's much more abyssmal things for her to be focusing on, like that swing for example! As the thing does it's worst, Midna actually huddles down into Dylas' mane, wincing at the sound of it through the ice... then the wall. Great.

As she peers over the top of his head again, her eye lands on the one important thing— a chest! "Oh~?" she chimes, pulling herself up and forward to drift down to he ground again in front of it.

There's a moment of hesitation, where she talks herself out of what if it's something stupid again? and coaxes her hands to push it the top open, peering inside to find...

"That doesn't surprise me," he muttered in response. Anything that happened after that was sort of a blur to him; Midna was moving, and then Midna was...oh, that was cheese, he could smell that it was goat cheese before he even looked down into the chest.

But he had a more important question, so he lifted his finger and pointed it down at her.

"Did you just try to cuddle me?"

"Don't flatter yourself!" It had been for cover, of course. Nothing more than that. Of course, that didn't explain the burn she suddenly felt rush to her cheeks— it was a good thing her dark complexion was so forgiving.

And so, changing the subject, she upturned her nose and crossed her arms. "I knew I should have trusted the bad feeling I had about this. No way that yeti seemed anything sure of herself... hmph. Let's head back and hope she had some other brilliant idea..."

And don't you dare insinuate she was trying to nuzzle up close again...

"Why would you think I'm flattered?! You're the one flattering yourself by, uh, saying I flattered myself!"

He did not want Midna cuddling his hair, or so he readily admitted in the form of yelling as loud as he could while she opened the treasure chest. He had his own arms crossed, too, and he would've felt the burn of a blush himself if his body still did that.

"We can do that. Fine. And I'm going to eat some of this cheese on the way." Look, he doesn't have a bottle, so he has to snack on something. He walked over to Midna and picked up the cheese before taking a knee, making it easier for her to sink into his hair or whatever it was she felt like doing.

Good one, Dylas. You're definitely convincing everyone here. Especially Midna, who wasn't even listening to the denial, which was a denial in more ways than one, she was sure. She didn't care about the fate of the cheese, taking her position again on top of his head, but sitting upright this time as she perched, certainly not because of his comments at all...

After a series of climbing, opening doors, and well-timed jumps (all of which were appropriate criticized— ) they had finally made their way back to the foyer, Midna in full frown mode.

"What happened, uh? What?! Cheese?" or however much was left of it, anyway. "Uh, did husband move it? ...Uh, where in the world did we put it. Sorry I need thinking time. Take cheese to husband, uh?"

In Midna's opinion, this woman needed more than just thinking time... but voicing her thoughts on the matter had little chance of furthering their quest to the mirror. "Let's... go..." she spoke carefully, keeping herself in check, then a hushed, "I told you not to eat so much of it," for Dylas, and the cheese.

Nevermind that she hadn't even said that.

Well-time jumped his furry ass. Link has never had the grace and the limberness of a wendigo-turned-vampire-monk. His jumps are all a work of art, thank you very much.

He kept the block of cheese behind his back like a toddler not wanting to be scolded while they spoke to the missus, and he carefully edged along the walls until he was exiting with his back facing her. Pulling the cheese block back in front of him, there was still a good three-fourths of it left.

"Shut up! I didn't eat that much." Then again, it was a big block of cheese that now looked like a wolf had taken several bites out of it. "We're never going to get out of this place unless I punch through some walls," he continued to gripe until he was handing the cheese over to the husband monster. At least they made a cute couple.

The good news for Dylas was, the soup was smelling stronger than ever as they made their way into the kitchen. Mister Yeti even seemed to have heard him as they approached, repeating the word, "Punch... punch..." to himself, following finally by, "needs more punch..."

Midna drew back slightly as the large furry man, that wasn't Dylas, sniffed in the air, his eyes widening as he caught wind of something. "Uh. WHAT?! GOOD SMELL!" Uh oh Dylas, he's looking right at you now. "What you have, uh?!" And here come some massive hands right at you to find out.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. He's not about to get body searched by the big man, even if he still kind of likes being around someone bigger than he is for a change. And he's hoping that the way he sniffs the air is only picking up on the cheese, because he's not sure he wants to get into a monster sniff-and-greet here.

"H-hey, it's right here!" Dylas nearly stumbles backwards as he shoves the cheese into the yeti's hands. His hooves still don't make sound against the floor as he scrambles backwards, but he manages to get the cheese in front of him and plucked out before he gets a hug he never asked for. And if he had to go down, he'd make sure Midna got caught in it somehow, too. "It's for you! But some, er, rats got to it or something!"

With the cheese now in his meaty hands, Yeto seems to examine it for a few seconds. Was your excuse going to fly, Dylas? A few more ticks of time go by before he finally sounds a boisterous, "Mmm! Perfect ingredient, uh!" which tells us that apparently he doesn't care, or maybe he wasn't even listening.

Into the soup it goes, as he gives it a stir. "Little more time on fire, it become gourmet soup, uh! Here, taste!"

It seems to be an invitation to come forward and give it a try... just as an excited, "I think I remember, uh!" breaks the silence from the next room. Midna, who was now in the ground with her arms crossed, was just about at the end of her rope with Yeta and peered up at Dylas from under her crown.

"You go talk to her."

Sorry Dylas, no soup for you. At least you had all that cheese to tide you over.

It's definitely not going to fly. The fang marks in the cheese clearly match a predator and not a rodent, and Dylas' fangs are on full display, so big that they always poke out just a little when he closes his mouth.

He's so busted, and...

"Wait, seriously? ...I mean, of course it's perfect," he corrected himself, watching. If Midna watched him (if she could even see his ears from the floor), they lifted and twitched when it was time to finally taste the soup, only for Midna and Yeta to spoil the mood yet again.

"What? No, you've got to be kidding me, dammit." But as much as he wanted to protest, he also really wanted to get out of this world. He made a vow to catch a fish before leaving, then trudged off to talk to Yeta.

Mrs. Yeti seems a little more buoyant this time when he finally draws near, offering an explanation right away. "We put key in nearby room, so no forgetting, uh." That made perfect sense, right? "How I forget? Embarrassing, uh. It there, it must be, uh! You look for me." Which was completely different from what they had been doing up until now, apparently.

Nonchalantly, Midna finally makes the scene again coming out from the kitchen and dusting her small hands off against one another. "Well?" she was expecting results, Dylas.

But there's a twitch of her ear as she hones in on the unclicking of a door's lock, on the opposite end of the room. There's an unimpressed look over towards Yeta, who it's lost on, then back towards Dylas.

"Let me guess..."

Midna walks in to find Dylas and Mrs. Yeta in a compromising position! Except not at all.

Dylas only sighs so loudly that it would cause an avalanche if it were outside and shrugs, turning back to face Midna as she entered.

"It's the last door, right? This has to be the last one. If it's not the last one, I'm just breaking down walls."

Without waiting for Midna, he headed into the newly opened room.

There's a glance at Yeta as Midna walks by, following Dylas. As she finally reaches the door, there's one last glance over her shoulder... before she disappears through the door as well.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the last door, either. Even more unfortunate for Dylas, punching through wasn't going to do them much good either, since this part of the mansion seemed to involve more jumping than anything. Jumping and fighting... and some cannonballs.

Midna had taken up residence on her perch between his antlers again, growing strangely quiet this time, up until they had their hands on the big key and made their way up a winding path upwards... where they'd find the large locked doors.

"This has to be it..." she sat up taller as they approached, hearing the footsteps crunching in the snow behind them, having grown accustomed to the silence of Dylas'.

It was Yeta. "Thank you. You come inside..."

Well Dylas? Someone was going to have to use that huge key.

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